Within the Sect, the True Disciples of each hall were already competitors, and Qi Huan had openly declared he would seize one of the Weapon Casting Hall's seats.
Who could possibly accept that?
If they really let someone take a seat, the Weapon Casting Hall would become a complete laughingstock.
Seeing Xu Yunfan standing his ground, calmly shouldering the Thunderfire Qilin Hammer, Qi Huan hesitated no longer. The tendons in his back foot contracted, and spiderweb cracks exploded across the green brick floor.
He slapped the Sword Box, and the Fine Steel Sword Box instantly split open to reveal six Sword Artifacts of varying lengths.
With a casual press, Qi Huan shot forward like an arrow released from its string. His body shrieked as it tore through the air, the longsword he'd drawn transforming into a streak of light aimed straight at Xu Yunfan's throat.
Before the blade even arrived, the air compressed before its edge sliced through a pagoda leaf drifting thirty feet away.
